||ᗷlue Տmoothie|| [2p!Alastor x Reader]

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Art By: Me (Aka: G17_Pixel_Stage)

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**After watching a bit of Don't F**k With Cats a story about a male in his late 20's murdering kittens, then moving on to murdering a human being.
It was sickening but it gave me a story idea for this book. So, this book is gonna take a graphic turn. So be prepared.**

Don't F**k With Cats: A Netflix Original Series
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"Care for a Dance?"

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You looked at Alastor who was now holding out his hand, you hesitantly took it and he pulled you towards him, one hand placed on your waist and the other still holding your hand. Alastor snapped his fingers and a nice jazzy song played in the background. The two of you swayed to the rythm and dance around the room. You smiled, leaning into Alastor as he lead the dance routine.

..Else Where..

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(...Beverly's POV...)
Third Person Edition

Beverly sat at her desk her mind racing. It doesn't make sense. How could Alastor actually care about another being? Wasn't he a serial killer? Why hasn't he murder anyone on the spot yet? What is he planning?

Questions raced through her head as she tried to find an answer. "That's it, I'm going on the web." She muttered to herself, she stood and left her room. She knew a library was located somewhere in this darn hotel. She just had to find it. After what seemed like hours of searching, she finally found the darn room. The library was huge, with rows upon rows of books. It needed a ladies such to say the least, but that's not why shes here.

She needed to use the, what do they call it? The computer is what they call it, right? Beverly didn't really know since she lived in the literal 1900's. She followed the red carpet that was neatly placed on the dark wooden floor, and followed it up to a dark corner of the room.

That's not creepy at all.

She saw a large desk with a computer sitting on the top of it. She pulled out the chair and sat down, dust flying every from the impact. "Disgusting..." She muttered, she turned on the computer and waited for it to load. Once done she opened the web browser named Google and searched up Alastors name.

All that came up was a Wikipedia and some pictures. She clicked on the link and opened the browser. Not much information was displaying but a short summary was labeled next to a old looking picture of what you can only assume to be human Alastor.

The article read this-

Alastor The Famous Radio Host in The Early 1900's

Alastor was a famous radio host and hunter back in the early 1900's. He was born on 1900 and died in 1933 due to getting shot. The body of the radio host was discovered in the forest, only assuming he was accidentally shot by being mistaken for a white tail. The radio host was famous for singing songs and spreading the latest news about the 'Mysterious Murder of 1920'.

The radio host had no family members and no close relationships. Alastors most famous saying was, "You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile".

Alastor [Last Name]
Born: 1900
Died: 1933
Family Members: Unknown
Location: New Orleans
Street: Unknown

This information didn't really tell much. All she knew was that he was born in 1900 and his last name. So instead, Beverly looked up The Mysterious Murder of the 1920's.
And this popped up.

Mysterious Murder 1920's-1933
Gone Missing?

A famous mass serial killer started their killing spree in the 1920's. The killer would kill innocent civilians In the New Orleans. The murderer was never caught but suddenly just disappeared.
People of New Orleans hoped that this was the end to the 1920's mass murderer and was the last to be seen.

Victim's names:

-[Citizens Name]
-[Name]
-[Name]
-[Name]

The list was long, there were many many people Alastor had murdered. That is, until his last victims name...it shocked Beverly.

- [Name]
- [Name]

Etc
...

- (Y/n) (L/n)

Beverly stared at the computers screen. This was it. This was the evidence that she needed to make (Y/n) believe her. Now, first things first.

Would she forgive her?

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(...Y/n POV...)
Second Person Edition

You and Alastor danced to the beat of the music, it was calming to say the least. Even though the music was jazz. What felt like hours, nice hours, you and Alastor pulled apart and the music stopped. Now, a comfortable silence filled the air and you, for one, didn't mind it.

That is until Alastor broke it. He looked down upon you and gave a small soft smile, "My Darling, would you care for a midnight stroll tonight?" You stared at him, almost getting lost in his sapphire eyes, you cracked a smile, "Of course!" He held out his arm for you to take, and gradually, you took it.

The two of you walked down the hallway towards the hotels doors that is, until you were stopped by Beverly. She bursted through the front doors and rushed towards you. "(Y/n.)" She breathed.

"We need to talk."

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**DUN DUN DUUUNN! Okay, I'll stop now. Um, so if you don't know what I'm getting at now, you should go watch the Original Netflix Series
Don't F**k With Cat's
That is, if you want to. But I really recommend it. Its really interesting and the book further on will be based around it. Yesss, spoilers.
Anyways, sorry for this short chapter, and sorry for the short updates.

See you soon~**

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